Power of Mug
Sketch a day - Day 175/365
Today was a day that I thought would go one way but it ended up going the other.
I had an order that hasn't arrived. And the stress that involves. And the knowledge that I shouldn't be allowing myself to sweat a stupid order not arriving. And the furry with myself for still letting it bug me.
GAH.
I had admin to do for meet ups with the new Squad 12 writers. I can't wait to meet them all, so this stuff is important, but it seriously frazzles my brain.
Different, but equally important, I had admin around our Old Bird Theatre company play (because tickets go live on Thursday and we announced our cast on Instagram today).
Our dog had a moment of madness and ate a chunk of my tea. He showed zero remorse. I was seriously pissed off.
And the endless endless endless upside down, cruel is the new normal in politics and international affairs, humid, stinking air we all now breathe in as our new normal. Like it's normal. It is not normal.
Trying to keep the light in the darkness. Trying to let the reality of the darkness into the light. Because how else can we make sense of this time? The only way to live is to try and allow it all. The joys and excitements and the deep sadnessess and outrages, allowing them all their place in our hearts.
But it's a lot.
And so I forgot my drawing until very late in the day.
I mean, by now, you know that this means I panic and then look to my yeti mug and draw its ass. When in doubt turn to the tea mug. Yes?
How many times have I sketched this mug now? And still it alludes me. Will I ever draw it to my satisfaction? Will a day ever go to plan? Will our #otherhoodplay tickets sell? Will love beat hate in the end? Somehow, yes. Yes. And yes. And yes.
I just keep thinking - When we don't know or we aren't sure or we are scared it's all hopeless. The job is to keep on saying yes. Yes to life. Yes to drawing the cup again. Yes to witnessing the horrors. Yes to allowing the love and light in too. Yes, to it all. We have to keep on saying yes. And if you are reading this on a hard day, I send you a power punch of love to keep on going. Even if it feels hopeless and pointless. It is not. Turn to the thing that is calling you and say fucking yes. Because it matters. And something, somewhere, will move a fraction towards the good. In some way. Somehow.
That's all I know.
And that's the news.
